”I stretched my mouth as wide as I could.“good”Suddenly I winced as something touched my face. It was hard but yet soft. I knew that it was a di...k. I could feel it being rubbed all over my soft skin, before being dragged across my lips. It then entered my mouth.“Click.”I felt a hand on the back of my head, guiding my face forward to swallow up the dick. I opened wide and felt it bump against the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back but the hand held me in place. Then, to my. I needed it, a part of it needed me, I dared hope I was not simply an innocent for this beasts appetite.Sometimes, though, I worry that I'm becoming like the beast. Devouring innocents. No, that is incorrect, I know I'm becoming like the beast. Perhaps this was the only way to save myself from becoming devoured.I heard a rustling behind me and I needn't look. "I need to get home...", I held up a hand to silence her. Her prattle wasn't as important as what the city had to say, its roar. The whole story was laid out by a lady in the north west of USA, all I had to do was join up the dots to make a complete story.I had downloaded a few stories for various sites, I like to read other people stories too and now was looking at 'The Hun's Yellow Pages' one of the best sites around. When I clicked on 'Brunette Plumper from Dave', I make a silent comment to myself about her nice tits, then I moved on. About three pages later I clicked back on Dave's plumper and studied her face. I was. 'Should we findout, James?' Seeing her husband's hands reach down to his shorts, Steve clasped his handsto his groin, covering it, but immediately Katrina's foot was against his cheek,turning his head, forcing it into the floor. 'Don't you dare! I would have expected a more obedient service from you!'she snarled. 'Or do I tell your Mistress Rebecca that you failed to satisfy?' Reluctantly Steve's hands fell away to either side and he felt manly fingerstugging at his shorts, pulling them down.